Chapter 6 The person who offended the Feng family last time is still in prison
"Ming Zhou!" Zhao Yang reacted quickly and reached out to pull him.
It's too late.
Feng Mingzhou took two steps at a time and rushed to the man, grabbing him by the collar.
Click.
The sound of bones breaking.
Blood gushed out of the man's nose and splashed on the cuffs of Feng Mingzhou's white shirt.
Feng Mingzhou's fist hit the man's nose. He pulled the man's tie and threw him to the ground. His leather shoes rolled over the man's head, and the force of the rolling made his knuckles make a teeth-grinding sound.
"Which hand touched it?" His voice was very soft, but it made the whole hall silent in an instant.
"You dare to touch my people?"
The drunkard didn't realize the danger at all, and struggled: "What the hell does it have to do with you? Today I am..."
The hotel security arrived upon hearing the news, each with a fawning smile on their face, and they kept apologizing to Mr. Feng.
"Boss Feng, calm down. We'll drag this drunk out right now."
Several security guards scrambled to pull the man off the ground.
The drunkard's mind was a little clearer now, with blood from his nose flowing down the corners of his mouth. He squinted his eyes and finally recognized the man in front of him who was intimidating without even getting angry.
The man curled up on the ground and wailed, his face covered with snot and tears: "Boss Feng, I'm drunk, I'm not——"
Feng Mingzhou leaned over and wiped the blood off the back of the man's hand with his expensive suit: "Are you awake now?"
With a thud, the other party fell to his knees, and his forehead hit the marble floor heavily.
Blood dripped from his nose and formed a small pool on the shiny floor.
"I was wrong! President Feng, I was wrong!"
The drunkard kept apologizing and begging for mercy. He obviously understood that he had gotten into a big disaster - to offend Feng Mingzhou would mean that the entire family behind him would suffer.
The guests around him all took a step back at the same time.
Someone recognized the kneeling man - the young master of a listed company, but at this moment he was trembling like a lost dog.
"Is he the son of the Chen family?"
"The Chen family is finished..."
"The person who offended the Feng family last time is still in jail."
While whispering, Feng Mingzhou had already taken off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Lin Jinyun's shoulders.
As he held her in his arms and walked towards the door, his footsteps paused beside the kneeling man: "Ten o'clock tomorrow, ask your father to come to see me with the equity transfer document."
The revolving door reflected his cold profile. The banquet hall behind him was as bright as day, but no one dared to speak loudly.
Then he turned back to look at his friend, his face full of apology: "Sorry, I'll take Jinyun away first."
His eyes swept across Gu Manman, staying there for less than a second.
At that second, Gu Manman could not see any guilt or explanation in his eyes.
Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.
It turns out that when the heartache reaches its extreme, the body really will lose consciousness.
Feng Mingzhou looked at Zhao Yang and gave him a look: "I'll ask you to send Manman back."
After saying that, he turned around and helped Lin Jinyun leave, and his back quickly disappeared outside the revolving door of the hotel.
As soon as the car started, Lin Jinyun collapsed on the back seat, his breathing still not calming down.
"Mingzhou, luckily you showed up in time."
She stole a glance at Feng Mingzhou's tense profile and moved closer to him cautiously.
"If it weren't for you..."
Feng Mingzhou had a dark face and said nothing.
The neon lights outside the window cast mottled light and dark on his face, making his outlines even sharper.
She suddenly grabbed Feng Mingzhou's wrist.
He subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but paused.
The carriage was silent for a moment.
Lin Jinyun's voice suddenly became much lighter: "Over the years, I always dreamed of that little café in Paris."
Feng Mingzhou turned his head and looked out the window.
"Remember that summer? You said you would buy all the sunsets on the Napoleon Bridge for me."
She looked at Feng Mingzhou's profile, with a hint of sadness on her face.
"I can't forget you."
Feng Mingzhou closed his eyes, his voice calm and almost indifferent: "Jinyun, it's all in the past."
He lowered his eyes to look at her hand that was holding his, and slowly pulled it out.
"My cooperation with Lin's is purely a business marriage. Your father agreed, and my grandfather also nodded."
Lin Jinyun's eyelashes trembled: "But..."
“I have Manman now.”
Feng Mingzhou's voice was not loud, but it left no room for doubt.
The car window projected Lin Jinyun's suddenly stiff face.
She stepped back a little, and her expression couldn't be seen under the swaying car lights.
When Lin Jinyun heard these words, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, but in the next moment, an elusive determination flashed across her eyes again.
She lowered her eyes, hiding the myriad emotions surging in her eyes.
She didn't believe what Feng Mingzhou meant by "the end".
Five years might be enough to dilute a relationship for some people, but the bond between her and Feng Mingzhou would not disappear easily.
Obsession is like weeds. The more it is trampled on, the more it grows.
She no longer cared about winning or losing, she just couldn't accept it - she couldn't accept that she had become a fleeting episode in his life, while he had become an indelible thorn in her life.
Lin Jinyun turned her head to look at Feng Mingzhou's stern profile. She knew that Feng Mingzhou's heart wall would not be easily broken, but she also had enough patience.
Love is never a question of who is right or wrong, but a game of who can't live without whom.
She could lose a thousand times, but as long as he looked back once, she would be the winner.
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A black Rolls-Royce stopped outside the Lin residence, and the driver respectfully opened the door.
Feng Mingzhou stood in front of the car with his hands in his trouser pockets.
The night after the rain was a little chilly. Lin Jinyun wrapped her coat tightly around her, but her eyes were filled with unconcealed excitement.
"Thank you for bringing me back."
Feng Mingzhou just nodded slightly and looked past her into the distance.
Lin Jinyun walked forward slowly, she stood on tiptoe, and pressed her rosy lips towards him.
Feng Mingzhou turned his head and the kiss fell into the air.
The smile on Lin Jinyun's lips froze, and a trace of hurt flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
A hint of complexity emerged in Feng Mingzhou's eyes. He looked at the woman in front of him, and her smile in his memory overlapped with her loss at the moment.
"It's getting late, you should go in quickly." Feng Mingzhou took a step back, increasing the distance between them. "Give Uncle Lin my regards and tell him it's too late and I'll visit him another day."
Lin Jinyun raised her head and met Feng Mingzhou's cold gaze.
The street lights stretched the two people's shadows very long. Their shadows overlapped on the ground for a moment, and then slowly separated.
Lin Jinyun stood there holding his coat, watching the black Rolls-Royce start its engine and slowly drive away from the Lin family's gate.
The red light of the taillights became smaller and smaller in the night until it disappeared completely.
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